Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

The airship pierced through the thick clouds, leaving the sounds of battle on the ground completely behind.

The wind howled on the deck, and the protective arrays on both sides emitted a soft white light, keeping the gale-force winds out.

Han Li stood at the edge of the deck, watching the Jingu Plain gradually recede into the distance, his eyes flickering a few times.

He turned around and walked to Chen Yi's side.

"Senior Brother Chen, I plan to disembark in the Yuanwu Kingdom territory ahead," Han Li said in a low voice. "I want to go there to find a friend who might be able to repair the ancient teleportation array."

Chen Yi looked at the sea of ​​clouds ahead and nodded slightly.

"Junior brother, please be careful. In these chaotic times, survival is of the essence."

After flying for several hundred miles, the flying boat slowed down above a desolate mountain range. Han Li cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Yi, summoned his flying artifact, transformed into a streak of green light, and quietly leaped off the flying boat, disappearing into the dense forest below.

After Han Li left, the huge deck seemed even more empty.

Chen Yi turned around and walked towards the interior of the airship.

The wooden door to the inner cabin was ajar, emitting a faint fragrance.

Chen Yi reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

The cabin was decorated very elegantly, without the somber atmosphere of the outside.

Nangong Wan sat on the soft couch by the window.

The veil over her face had been removed, revealing her aloof and otherworldly countenance.

At that moment, she was holding a piece of unidentified dried fruit in her hand, and had just brought it to her lips.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Nangong Wan's fingers suddenly froze.

She quickly stuffed the dried fruit back into a jade box next to her, and with a flick of her wrist, the jade box was tucked into her sleeve.

She straightened her posture and resumed her aloof and otherworldly demeanor as a Core Formation stage elder.

"Come in."

Immediately, Chen Yi pushed open the door and entered, walking to the sandalwood chair opposite the soft couch and sitting down. His movements were extremely natural, as if this was not the private cabin of the Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, but his own tent.

Han Li left first, and as his senior brother, he naturally had to inform the boat owner.

"Your junior brother got away pretty quickly," Nangong Wan said, looking at Chen Yi with a cold voice.

"My junior brother has always been cautious and doesn't like to attract attention." Chen Yi picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Nangong Wan's gaze fell on Chen Yi's hands as he poured the tea.

"You're quite bold," Nangong Wan said, raising her chin slightly. "You didn't even ask a single question about the rules on my flying boat."

Chen Yi took a sip of tea and put down the teacup.

"I just feel that Senior Nangong doesn't actually like those formalities as much as he seems on the surface."

Chen Yi raised his eyes and looked at Nangong Wan's fair face.

Nangong Wan was slightly taken aback by his direct gaze.

She subconsciously turned her head, her gaze falling on the bronze mirror beside her, and a strange doubt arose in her heart.

Have you looked unwell after working so hard these past few days?

Chen Yi flipped his hand, and a small jade bottle appeared in his palm.

"Junior brother left without saying goodbye. To express my apology, I have something here that might interest you, senior."

He pushed the jade bottle to the center of the table.

Nangong Wan's gaze swept over the jade bottle: "What is this?"

"Youth-Preserving Pill".

Nangong Wan's eyes finally changed.

For female cultivators, the value of this item is self-evident.

She raised an eyebrow, looking at Chen Yi with a half-smile: "You're giving me such a precious elixir... What, do you think I'm getting old?"

Chen Yi remained unfazed.

"Senior, you flatter me. I just feel it would be a great pity if your stunning beauty were to be eroded by time," Chen Yi said calmly. "This elixir is simply meant to preserve this beauty."

Nangong Wan glanced at the jade bottle on the table and gave a soft snort.

"Your disciple certainly has a silver tongue."

She extended two slender fingers and tucked the jade bottle into her sleeve.

A few days later.

Above a dense forest outside the capital of Xu Kingdom, a flying boat hovered in the clouds.

"The capital of Xu Kingdom is just ahead. It is not appropriate to disturb the common people here. You may go down on your own." Nangong Wan stood on the deck and put her light veil back on.

"Thank you for your guidance along the way, senior." Chen Yi cupped his hands in thanks.

He leaped off the flying boat.

After landing, Chen Yi activated his magic technique, sealing off the late-stage Foundation Establishment aura on his body layer by layer until no more fluctuations of a cultivator's energy leaked out.

He took out a set of brocade robes of excellent material embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns from his storage bag and put them on, and now he had a folding fan in his hand.

Chen Yi stepped out of the dense forest and walked forward along the official road.

After more than half a day, a magnificent city came into view.

The capital of Xu State.

Chen Yi followed the crowd through the city gate.

What greets you is the clamor of vendors' cries, the rumble of horse-drawn carriages rolling over the bluestone slabs, and the peaceful, bustling atmosphere that can be seen everywhere.

There are vendors selling candied hawthorns on the street, as well as troupes of acrobats and street performers.

There are no battlefields with flying blood and flesh, no broken formations, and no booming spells here.

Chen Yi stopped in front of a stall selling clay figurines, fanning himself with a folding fan.

......

Chen Yi stood in front of the clay figurine stall, toying with a folding fan in his hand.

The stall owner was a dark-skinned man who was skillfully squeezing a chubby baby, surrounded by a circle of ordinary children clapping and cheering.

Chen Yi watched this scene and gently tapped his folding fan in his palm.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from the crowded people nearby.

It was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a coarse cloth dress. She was looking back when she accidentally bumped into Chen Yi's shoulder.

"Ouch!" The girl was knocked back two steps and rubbed her shoulder to steady herself.

Beside her was a withered old man. When the old man saw that Chen Yi was dressed in a brocade robe and had a jade pendant hanging from his waist, he was obviously a young master from a wealthy and noble family in the capital. His expression immediately changed.

The old man pulled the girl behind him and glanced up at Chen Yi.

His thin fingers swiftly formed a hand seal within his sleeve, and a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy followed his gaze, piercing directly into Chen Yi's eyes.

Bewitching technique.

This is a common method used by low-level rogue cultivators in the mortal world to erase the short-term memories of ordinary people.

The moment that spiritual energy touched Chen Yi's brow, it was like a straw hitting a towering glacier.

Chen Yi didn't even blink, and snapped the folding fan shut in his hand.

He merely let out a cold snort in his mind.

"Hmm!"

The withered old man was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

He felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the world in front of him was buzzing.

He stared in utter horror at the young master before him, who showed no signs of spiritual energy.

The oppressive feeling of that abyss was something no ordinary person could have; it belonged to a high-level cultivator whose cultivation far surpassed his own.

The old man, pulling the young girl along, was drenched in cold sweat and repeatedly bowed, saying, "I...I was blind and didn't know you were here. I have offended you, young master. Please forgive me!"

The ordinary people around didn't notice anything unusual, and just assumed that the old man was frightened by the young master's aura.

Chen Yi was not angry. He looked at the two people, one at the ninth level of Qi Refining and the other at the fifth level of Qi Refining. If they hadn't used their spiritual power just now, he really wouldn't have been able to see through their cultivator identities at a glance.

He took a step forward, lowered his voice, and said in a tone only the three of them could hear: "A ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator using a mind-controlling technique on a mortal... However, the spells you use to conceal your cultivation level are quite interesting."

The old man trembled, lowered his head even further, and dared not utter a single word.

Chen Yi pointed his folding fan at the old man's shoulder: "I've memorized your scent. I might have a chat with you later."

After saying that, he walked past the somewhat bewildered grandfather and grandson, and continued walking down the street without looking back.

After passing through several bustling streets, Chen Yi arrived at a spacious courtyard.

Above the vermilion-lacquered gate hangs a plaque with gold lettering on a black background: Qin Mansion.